Greg looked down at her.
“Daddy’s here.”
This time, the words didn’t scare me.
I took another sip of coffee.
“Susan is still a ridiculous name for a kitten.”
Greg rocked gently.
“She has grown into it.”
I laughed.
When the feeding was finished, he looked toward the stairs.
“Back to bed?”
“Absolutely.”
Greg carefully placed Susan and Steve inside their warm little box and folded the blue blanket beside them.
Then he reached for my hand.
And together, we walked upstairs.
